I can feel the pressures inside about to burst
Demonic distractions digging into my grave
Playing with my egos has me cursed
My screaming soul again calling to be saved
Playfully praying with the angels in the day
Turns to night & with demons I begin to play
A sick yet beautiful show of bizarre on stage
A chaotic order on repeat making me rage
Mesmerizing messages whispered by heart
And foolishly yearning to connect with such
Scrambling to channel my depression into art
This road I roam sometimes gets too much
